Will I ever find all the pieces...? |
PUZZLE PIECES In the beginning, the box was new, Wrapped tightly with plastic, you see - Then opened, the pieces spilled out, They were all the pieces of me... A little girl looking out a window, Wondering about all that she saw; Not understanding all that was said Or the family run-ins with the law. Schoolhouse, and desk and many old books A blackboard with eraser and chalk; A shy little girl who quietly sat There and listened to the teacher talk. Bicycle, streetlight, guardrails All parts of a puzzle of me - Accident, yet still okay, except For a black eye and bruised knee. First crush, first love, flowers in May Blooming in fields fresh and green; Young lady dressing up for a dance Just to learn that the world can be mean. Family pulling in different directions, Not knowing which way to go - A yellow brick road in the puzzle; I wonder, can this really be so? Airplane, blue sky, red sand below; Another change in the scene - Learning to rely on herself, Learning to live, laugh and dream! Wedding bells that never rang out, No honeymoon trip to the Falls - Work came first in the service; A woman who heard when duty calls. A baby, an airplane, another baby; Tears, many tears in the night - The puzzle pieces grew darker For something just was not right! Wedding ring taken off and put away, It was there in the puzzle, you see; Funeral attire and grave markers, There were so many pieces of me! If ever I find all the pieces And can work at this puzzle once more, You may find a beautiful picture For God has been keeping the score. |